Trisha John

A memory.
Now what would be the brightest of them all? There are so many that I’d never be able to pick just one.
So here are some “”trigger words”” that would hopefully connect me to all. Some rather mundane words, but words that’ll always hold a special meaning to me.
Hostel. Terrace. Rain. Double rainbows. Hail. Sunrise, sunset. Mess. SRC. “”Vivanta by Raj””. Wai wai. Night outs. Up all night. Rural. Cake for dinner. Birthdays. Campus. Dance nights. NH7. roommates. Juries. Curfew. Beating the curfew. Animal farm. Quasar.
And then there are these cluster of memories that would need more than just these “”trigger words””. Memories that dazzle and which have been made with people so precious that I would never forget them.
Looking back, I’d say these past four years in MITID have often been a rather tumultuous yet sometimes.. a rather slow experience.
But I guess, going slow isn’t so bad, for as long as we’re going somewhere.’